So, last weekend I went to my Dad and told him I was having trouble with my drill. It wasn't allowing me to drill starter holes and I didn't know what I was doing wrong. So my Dad was like, "Describe the item to me." And I did so, and then he was like, "Yeah, that's not a drill. That's an electric screwdriver." (Shut up, James.)
So I went to Ace (the helpful place) and I am now the owner of an actual drill. I already used it to hang a shelf and it's so much fun to use! I just want to start drilling holes in all my walls. I need to exercise some restraint or I'm going to destroy my apartment.
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HAHAHAHAHAHA RONTFLMAO
That's not a moon....
Did I not expressly tell you to shut up?
I have found that "staple guns" are also terribly addicting....
Ali, get your revenge and ask him what the "N" in his little acronym stands for. Last I checked, there's no word starting with "n" in there. ;)(Yes, I'm grasping at straws, here!)
But you have to admit, that whole drill story is pretty hysterical.
I scared the baby with how loud I just laughed at that. wow.
Oooh Melissa! I *heart* my staple gun!
I also heart my staple gun, and I'm quite sure that it actually is a staple gun.
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